Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,Lu Jiangxian saw the sky, vast as the ocean, and the dense, endless primeval forest. Not far away was a crescent-shaped small lake, where in that direction, a streak of white light glided into the rippling water.,"First, I'll savor the moonlight thoroughly. Perhaps it will bring about a qualitative change." He secretly planned: "I don't know what the mirror is made of, nor how the outside world views sentient objects. I better not be discovered by some cultivator and have my sentience extinguished casually."。